Tuesday, November 8, 2011


...where the ultimate drops down with sacred
silence of vivid blue, like Mary's starry veil
yet more than religion can understand.

...where the red rocks canyon to the river
across the green watershed all sheltered
by ponderosas, all, all of us together.

...the sleeping space between us, the deep drop
together, beyond time, children in the rocking
arms of the night, connected between.

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